Posted in June 2011 …

When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day Just go to the mirror and look at yourself And see what that man has to say. For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife Whose judgment upon you must pass The fellow whose … Continue reading →

For D. I know. I really, really know. * I call Brooke down for dinner. She answers. I can’t make out the words but the tension in her voice is unmistakable. “Honey,” I call up the steps again, “It’s time to come down. Dinner’s ready.” “NOOOOOOOO!” she yells in response. There is no rebellion in … Continue reading →

** “What’s the baby’s name?” I recognize the words as a script, but the young mom with the ten-month old in the baby pool does not. Why would she? The question is appropriate. And wonderful. From a few feet away on the pool deck, I try to contain my pride. This is the child who … Continue reading →

* And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance ~ Lee Ann Womack, I Hope You Dance ** Katie and I are waiting in line to get some dinner before the show. This week’s Mama Katie date night is a special treat. Just two days ago I … Continue reading →

When God wants to speak and deal with us, He does not avail himself of an angel but of parents, or the pastor, or of our neighbor. ~ Martin Luther * One of my very favorite things about writing a blog (and yes, there are MANY), is something my friend, M calls cross-blogination. The concept … Continue reading →

Way back in May (seriously, do you even remember May, cause it feels like it was years ago now), I posted the following story about a miraculous interaction that I’d witnessed between Brooke and her school’s custodian. If you remember the story, skip ahead to the ***, otherwise, please join me in its retelling … … Continue reading →

* I called home from work yesterday, checking in on the girls. Neither has had an easy time as the school year has wound down. Brooke has been orbiting the heart of capital A autism land – regressing dramatically at home as the seasons change and the demands of unstructured, end-of-year days take their toll … Continue reading →

. More than anything, I want to find out how the sleep thief does it. How does he steal the anxiety that the daylight so jealously guards? ~ From The Thief in the Night, Diary, June, 2008 ** Even sleep is not enough to ward off the demons tonight She tosses and turns Pushes … Continue reading →

* A young couple sits in a trendy Manhattan eatery. Armani-clad waiters buzz about, working hard to look nonchalant. Huddled over their small table, the couple focuses only on one another. That’s what they do. It is early yet. She is driven – proud of her recent promotion to senior vice president just shy of … Continue reading →